I Believe Children Are The Future...which Is

You Can't Go Wrong With Cocktail Weenies. They Look As Good As They Taste. And They Come In This Delicious Red Sauce. It Looks Like Ketchup, It Tastes Like Ketchup, But Brother, It Ain't Ketchup!

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain

Of Men Who Have A Sense Of Honor, More Come Through Alive Than Are Slain, But From Those Who Flee Comes Neither Glory Nor Any Help.

Dreams Are Sent By God.